That place I showed you Wednesday, well I'm sitting here today
With something in either hand to make the pain go away
An aluminum can of mixed soft drinks
And a cigarette I'm convinced helps me think
I look at the green water and am ready to die
It's reflecting the trees and no longer the sky
Watching it pass, I feel for the dregs trapped on the side
While insects buzz around my head with thoughts of you and collide
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